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Bring me on home tonight and dance with me slowly.

Hold me body tight and tell me a story.

The moon has everything we need but what you want.

My heart is all I have but you don’t have anything do with it.

I came here knowing that you wanted only my body.

The thought that you walked through my walls still haunt me.

When you go, your finger prints will never leave me.

The next morning is insulting to my heart as it lays out your get away.

In between the wine, the dinner, and the moments of temporary bliss there was no commitment on your lips; I can’t help but want something that you told me you can’t give me.

You can have any man I want but here I am with you.

I am always with you and my friends see me with you and my family hears about you and everyone including myself says the same thing, “You can do better.”

But I keep holding you responsible to the “Can” when I know I am the “You.”

If you want me, you have me but if I want myself I need to break free from your eyes, your stories, and your lips.

So when you leave in the morning light, I will go about my day and count the lessons I will learn with the messages, the phone calls, and the late visits until you are only the memory of physical you sweats from my skin.

Until then please don’t let me go.